Kuroi Chi no Yume 1
(Dreams of the Black Blood)
So I just finished watching the anime Soul Eater and couldn't resist writing some fanfiction for it:) (Wow if I only posted all the stuff I actually write…) This was originally going to be a one-shot, but before I knew it this thing evolved to being over 10, 000 words, which seemed a bit long for a one-shot. And the ideas kept pouring so I'm thinking there might be a sequel. And then more plot bunnies bit me and I'm already planning a third-quel. LOL!
This story starts shortly after Maka and Soul's mission to Italy where Soul gets infected by black blood. Basically it's a different direction with more of a focus on the black blood.
Warnings for violence and extreme gore. And an icky barfing scene (It made me a little nauseous just writing it). Let me know if I need to bump up the rating to an M.
By the way, my Japanese isn't that good so if my title is incorrect let me know! XD
Chapter One
Maka leaned over the sink spitting out the mouthful of used toothpaste, rinsing the minty taste from her mouth. She examined herself in the mirror, noting the dark circles underneath her eyes. The girl sighed as she rinsed off her toothbrush. Well, it was to be expected after spending nearly two days straight next to her injured partner. She shook her head trying to get rid of the image of Soul standing in front of her, arms spread, taking the blow that was meant for her…his blood bursting from the wound, hanging in the air for the longest horrifying moment before splattering-
Maka slammed her fists on the counter, banishing that train of thought from her mind.
Don't go there! She warned herself. She'd already beaten herself up for that the last two days straight, sitting next to her closest friend in the school's makeshift hospital, silently begging him to be okay. And after the hours of sleepless nights with her anxious thoughts taunting her, Soul had finally woken up.
Screaming.
Maka was sure her heart had stopped cold in that moment. It wasn't until he'd finally gripped her hand and looked her in the eye reassuring her it was merely a dream that she was able to breathe again.
And finally he's okay enough to come home. Maka hadn't realized how badly she'd missed him; yelling at him to pick up his clothes, do the dishes when he was finished cooking or put the toilet seat down for Shinigami's sake! Even though she'd only spent one night (after being forced by Tsubaki and Soul himself) alone in their apartment, it had been the longest night she could remember.
But everything will be okay now. She told herself, methodically screwing the cap back onto the toothpaste and placing it back on the shelf. Maka slipped silently from the bathroom and stealthily crept towards the room next to hers. Slowly turning the knob she poked her head in, just to make sure. The light from the hallway formed a long rectangular pool of light in the otherwise dark room. Maka could just make out a human shaped lump under the covers and a mess of white hair poking out the top. Her partner muttered something unintelligible and rolled over, pulling the blanket closer. Maka smiled and slowly inched her way out of the room, closing the door silently behind her.
Everything is fine now. She repeated to herself. Soul was okay. …except for that black blood… Maka frowned, trying not to give too much thought to that nagging voice in her head that told her everything was not okay.
Everything was dark, so incredibly dark. It was suffocating him, forcing itself thickly into his lungs, through his body, circulating…
It's inside me. He realized. And not just inside him, but outside too. He could feel it coating his body, slick and heavy. His arms moved sluggishly, as if in gelatin, walking was nearly impossible, it was more like swimming. He was drowning in this darkness; it was sucking at his ankles…now his knees…now it was up to his waist…
"Hey!" He called out to anyone who might be able to help him. The darkness was pulling him further…
"HEY!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, coughing up the sickeningly thick darkness. The sound of a door on creaking hinges reached his ears. Part of him knew who would be standing in that doorway but the other part didn't care.
"Hey! Can you help me?" He called to the small demon who offered him an impossibly huge smile in return. The door opened further and as the light fell on him, he found he could breathe again, the darkness melted away. The slick sticky feeling however, did not.
"What…?" The smell was everywhere…it was familiar.
"Are you scared, Soul?" The demon taunted from the safety of the doorway. The smell…was it sweet? No…not quite…salty perhaps?
"Oi, Soul! I'm talking to you! Are you scared?" Was he scared? Of the demon? Not really. Of the suffocating darkness? Well…maybe a little. The small monster was getting impatient, its insane grin shrinking to an annoyed frown.
"If you're not scared, then I guess I can leave…" The door slowly began to creak closed and Soul could feel the darkness reclaiming him as he light faded.
"No! Wait!" He called out, wincing at the desperation in his voice. Not cool. The demon froze and Soul could see the frighteningly disproportionate smile return to its face.
"The answer to your fears is simple." The demon chuckled. "Look behind you." Soul turned and scrunched his nose. The smell seemed to originate from this direction…
"There's you answer, Soul." A small light, shining quite brilliantly for its size floated behind him.
"It's the light to repel the darkness; the answer to all your fears." The demon chuckled darkly. Soul found that he wanted it. It was an unmistakeable need in his chest that demanded that light become part of him. He moved towards it, hand outstretched and froze. He wanted it so badly it was like a need, but something didn't feel quite right. Was it the smell? That familiar smell that he couldn't quite place…
Then it clicked.
Like a light switch turning on inside his mind he suddenly saw everything at once through the darkness. The smell came from the sticky slick substance that covered his body, pooled on the floor and leaked from the body lying on the floor. His hand dropped to his side, falling away from the hovering blue soul that he had nearly consumed. His eyes though were glued on the gruesome face of the lifeless body. Though the features were twisted with madness and pain, as well as covered in an unrealistic amount of blood he'd recognize the face of his meister anywhere. The gaping wound in her stomach still bled, pooling around her body and leaving a messy trail right to his feet.
"Soul…" He froze, aware that his eyes had grown wide. The lifeless head of the corpse twisted to meet his gaze, eyes blank and staring, mouth twisted into a horribly sadistic grin. "Look what you did…"
After three restless nights, Maka found it surprisingly difficult to fall into a deep sleep. She tossed and turned for nearly twenty minutes before finding a remotely comfortable position. Finally closing her eyes for some much-needed sleep she was abruptly pulled back from the edge of consciousness by an earth shattering scream. Maka bolted upright, heart freezing as she recognized the voice.
"Soul!" She jumped from her bed and raced down the hallway, pausing for only a moment outside the bedroom door before pushing her way inside. Her partner was screaming his lungs out, flailing arms trapped by the twisted covers and white hair plastered to his forehead.
"Soul! Wake up!" Maka yelled to be heard over her friend's screaming. At a loss for anything else to do, she seized the boy's shoulders shaking him like a rag doll. Soul's screams finally quieted and his eyes opened slowly.
"Ma…Maka?" He questioned, his breath coming in shuddering gasps.
"Damn, that must have been some dream." Maka breathed, suddenly realizing she was still gripping her friend's shoulders forcefully. She dropped her hands, embarrassed. Soul averted his gaze.
"Yeah…" He muttered, still trying to get his breathing under control. A long pause ensued, broken only by the sound of Soul's shaky breaths.
"Are…are you okay?" Maka ventured after she couldn't take the silence any longer.
"What? Yeah, sorry to wake you up…" Soul replied, still not meeting her gaze. Another long pause followed his answer until Maka finally broke it again.
"So…what was your dream?" Maka noticed her weapon's shoulders stiffen before he forced himself to shrug.
"Ah…I don't even remember now," Soul lied, "You should probably go back to sleep; we do still have school in the morning."
"Are you sure you're okay?" Maka hedged, twisting the hem of her shirt. When had she become such a fidgety person?
"Yeah, fine." Soul shot her his usual grin but Maka could tell it was forced.
"Okay, good night, Soul."
"Night, Maka." He replied. Maka made her way out of the room repeating her mantra inside her head.
It's all okay. Everything is fine. Soul is okay, it was just a dream. Everything is fine. Everything is fine…
Yeah this is fairly short for what I normally write, but like I said I have 30+ pages written right now so the next chapter should be up pretty soon; I just have to divide my document up into chapters and edit it a bit. This seemed like a good place to stop for now. Also, I want to see if anyone is even interested yet. XD